Morvane stared at Luna, her words sinking into his chest like the slow drag of a dagger. He had always known Luna to speak with precision, never prone to exaggeration. And yet, what she was saying now? It felt impossible.
"What do you mean he's did something?" Morvane asked, his voice edged with disbelief.
Luna's face was drawn tight, her dark eyes shadowed with worry. "The village next to ours," she began, her voice trembling just enough for Morvane to catch it. "It burned down to ash in a devastating fire. Completely leveled. And I know you know, Morvane—fire is Esmael's capabilities. One of the deadliest parts of his power."
"That's not possible," Morvane shot back immediately, standing so quickly that the chair scraped against the stone floor. "Esmael could never do something like that."
